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Blooming Freshman year started the same way my first year of middle school did. I was alone in a strange new world, and it was glorious; like escaping a black cave and finding your self on a white, frozen lake. Now all I needed to do was reach the shore without stepping on thin ice. Part of me promised myself I would stand up and face it and kick the universe's metaphysical ass. I wanted to be somebody triumphant, even though I didn't let anybody, not even my parents, know that about myself. It's harder for people to hit you where it hurts when you hide your soft spots. Sometimes you can't hide them. Sometimes, when they're written on your face, all
FallingI woke up in total darkness. Realizing that I was awake, my eyes blinked frantically as they tried (and failed) to adjust to the complete darkness. It took me a moment to remember where I was and why I was in the dark. It all came back to me in bits and pieces.
Leaving with no one to say goodbye to.
Agreeing to participate in the tests.
Being put into cryogenic storage.
The white walls of the facility.
The automated voice directing me.
The fear as I started to realize what was really going on.
I closed my eyes - not that it made any difference - and thought about how I had gotten into this mess. I had had no idea wha
Shrapnel and SlagWhat I wish to say
Kept all restrained
The molten flame
Caged in throat
Thermite and spoken pyre
Reduced to slag
Tears of mercury
I'm all but used
Less than no one
As a discarded novelty
That morning after smile
That morning after smile is the first thing in your eyes as wake to your love's shining face. It is the soft expression of content satisfaction between you, and what you shared on through the past midnight. That is the only message you need to share. You can feel them, the slow beating of your hearts as you lay entwined. That morning after smile portrays that silent love of just you two. You will wish, plead that all of time will stand still so you might remain witness to the subtle essence of that moment.
Rusted Nail“Rust is a sign of age, Alan,” my grandfather said as he lay underneath the car. “You leave this cars out in the elements and the air rusts 'em, no matter what you do. And you really can't fix rust. The frame for this one still looks mostly intact, though. Pass me that wrench, would you?”
I slid the wrench across the floor. “Thanks,” Grampa Rob said.
I resumed my position in the fold-up chair, drinking my tea. It was rather chilly for the middle of September. The garage was heated, but still a little colder than in the actual house, so I was wearing my college hoodie.
“Why do you like working
knotted capeher past is an invisible cape -
she can always feel it behind her,
it weighs heavy on her shoulders on barren days,
and when she tries to run from it,
it chokes her.
it's tied too tight around her neck
for her to take it away herself, and she
always fears it will tighten her throat when she least expects it
and then people will see. like that night
she walked home late from open mic, disappeared
because someone sang about having friends in low places
where the beer chases the blues away,
and actually, it won't be okay,
because while everyone is laughing and singing along
that song strangled her and made her cry
and she went home because
yellow yellowyellow yellow
and orange bordering green
the fall leaves fwooshing:
my favorite sound,
rushing against the wind,
chased by the air on the ground,
the leaves are leaving.
I only look at faces
and I'm not sure what I'm seeing.
I'm not sure when I'm leaving
but I know I'm headed somewhere.
I am yellow yellow
the orange bordering green
falling, fleeting, fwooshing
Insanity Engine intro4.5 billion years was a long time, even for a machine. It had taken many thousands of years just to get this far, to this barren ball of volatile rock so far from its home planet. Of course, it hadn't been awake during that time. No, it had been asleep, waiting. As it had drifted through the blackest space between stars, its course set by clever hands many light years back.
Compared to light, it had travelled slowly, languidly. Its first stop had been a rift in space and time, an area where the fabric of reality had bent and weaved in such a way as to connect two points in space even though they existed at insane distances apart. Its second
Mechanical DeathEven mechanical things can live.
It stirred, steel tendons and synthetic muscles twanging like sad music in the cold silent dark. In turn, the dark hissed back, a noiseless sound from the furthest depths of blackest space. The thing with the tendons of steel and the skinless hide glistening with oil twitched and spasmed and trembled, the mess of electric synapses it called a mind confused by the notion of life.
It felt. And what it felt confused it, for it had never felt before and it did not know what it was to feel. It felt cold and hot at the same time, two extremes of temperature that at a point became inseparable with each other. It fe
A Meeting, of SortsThe camera-man walked towards him, the discordant tinkling of its tempered steel parts almost musical.
"What are you?" asked the man, his once brave voice reduced to nothing more than a harsh whisper. The camera-man's iris contracted in a curious fashion as it regarded him, its features so utterly alien that the man could only guess at its thoughts. Around him the world was at a standstill, as if time itself respected this creature so much as to freeze in its presence. Gone was the rhythmic ticking of the clock, gone was the insistent beep of the microwave, and gone was the shrill shriek of the kettle. There was only him and the c